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"Way back home" Bob Crosby and The Bobcast


The roads are the dustiest

The winds are the gustiest

The gates are the rustiest

The pies are the crustiest

The songs the lustiest

The friends the trustiest

Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest

The days are the nappiest

The dogs are the yappiest

The kids are the scrappiest

The jokes the snappiest

The folks the happiest

Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I'm a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness

The grass is the springiest

The bees are the stingiest

The birds are the wingiest

The bells are the ringiest (The hearts?)

The hearts the singiest (The arms?)

The arms the clingiest

Way back home

(What about the sun?)

The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)

Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)

Cows the graziest (And the help?)

The help's the laziest

The boys (are the wittiest)

The girls (are the prettiest)

Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest)

(The owls are the hootiest)

The plants the fruitiest

Stars the shootiest

(The grins the funniest)

The smiles the sunniest

Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I'm a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest

The wine is the headiest

The pals are the readiest

The gals are the steadiest

The love the liveliest

The life the loveliest

Way back

Way back

Way back home (No place like home)

Sweet home